"That's what I said," Drift says. He's still grumpy about the sass back from the human. He's still in the middle of the street, being a hazard to traffic. Not that there's much of that at the moment with all the excitement of the confluence going on. He offers a hand out, one giant finger serving as stand-in for a proper handshake.

"Nice to meet you, Bucky. You another recent arrival?"